CHAPTER 021
Yanarym was consistently draped in yellow. Whether the style would be sashes, long sleeves, lace, or puffed, she could always be seen in a yellow dress and string straps sandals. It was reputedly part of her identity, it was her distinction.
Ironically, the color of her fashion was not coherent with her personality. Yellow emitted an illuminating, cheerful essence, optimist, and enthusiast quality. Perhaps, she wore that to make up with her glum, dire, and faint character.
For the very first time, Lyndon kept a close eye on her for practically an entire day. He recalled how she behaved at the academy. I thought she was back to her normal depressive self, he mumbled to himself. However, since she came to his house she was acting very out of ordinary. The color of her dress was now resonating with her atmosphere.
